The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The dream began with a sound like wet bone breaking. Elara woke in the dark. The air in the nursery was thick. It tasted of iron and old flowers. She lay still. Her heart beat against her ribs. A heavy drum. A slow, trapped bird. Outside, the wind screamed. The manor house groaned. The floorboards shifted beneath her sheets. She knew the dream. She knew the pain. It was not a nightmare. It was...

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